I’m strapped to a rolling office chair with a ticking timer in a huge scary building
The office seems to be empty save for a grinning little girl who yells “hey mister, wake up!” in what sounds like amateur Simmish, then immediately vanishes around the corner. The building consists of grainy, glass-walled compartments lined with illuminated facades displaying kanji letters, arranged along a central corridor. I think I’m on the ninth floor.
